Everyone’s sitting around teapots on the stove this evening of losing Jag, trying to talk each other through what happened and how they’ll calm Uncle Sorren when he wakes. No kids have gone to Rusty Bus, they’s jus’ trying to burn off their fear of what happened by playing tiggy under the moonlight where they can scream and scare themselves, safe from Valley of the Sun people who might steal them away.
I been avoiding people. Can’t stand the looks, coz they all know it was me that got Jag into trouble. So no one notices when I sneak down to the creek with a bag of supplies, untie Licorice Stix, and push her out into the bay.
I’m going to get Jag back.
